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DEDICATION. 



This book is respectfully dedicated to the National Guard of New 
York, who, "Heroically, Physically, and Mentally," cannot be ex- 
celled by any troops in the world. Each poem is to the point ; therefore 
it is needless for the author to say more than that they command the 
admiration and respect of their own, and every other nation. 



CONTENTS. 



FAOZ 

The Nation's Guaed of Honor 1 

United we Stand 3 

To THE National Guard 5 

The Brave Boys in Blue 7 

'TwAS but a Dream . , 8 

The Two great Oaks 11 

To THE Gallant Ninth Regiment 13 

Faith 15 

Boys, that Flag must Fall 16 

The Dead Warrior President 18 

Lines upon the Absence of my Husband 20 

Stay with Me, Sister, if only in Sleep. 21 

Death of the Christian Hero 23 

Out in the Storm ^5 

To A Lover upon his Mistress 27 

Song op Welcome to Alexis 29 

Alexis Celebrating the Birthday of his Sister-in-Law. 30 

Acrostic on the " Grand Duke Alexis " 32 

Alexis Contemplating the Ruins of Chicago 33 

A National Acrostic — Russia and America 37 



VI CONTENTS. 

PAQE 

The Two Alexanders 39 

Born in a Manger 41 

Christmas Mo-rn 42 

The Dying Year 44 

Farewell to 1871 45 

Happy New- Year 49 

Alexis out on the Plains 50 

Floundering in the Eain 52 

Twilight Musing 54 

Sleighing by Moonlight 55 

" Kind Words will Never Die " 57 

I WILL BE Thine 58 

Our Stars and Bars 59 

Moses Receiving the Ten Commandments 61 

Moonlight 62 

The Young Southern Hunters 63 

The Explosion op the Westfield 64 

Consolation 66 

Easter Morn 67 

Gratitude 68 

Shall Americans Rule America ? 71 

DtiATH OF the Young Dragoon 73 

Death 75 

Is my Sister Dead ? 76 

The Silver Stream in a Solid Rock 78 

The Assassination of the Prince op Erie 80 

O God ! take Thou his Sojjl 82 

Love 83 



CONTENTS. Vll 

PAGE 

The Last Words op a Dying Young Christian 84 

A Vision during Illness , 86 

On the Death of an Infant 88 

To MY Foster-Brother 89 

Life's Silver Thread is Broken 90 

Lines on the Death of Mary E, , of Washington 

City • ^2 

The Wreck of the Pasino 9"^ 

An Acrostic — Confidence. ^'. 

The Serenade 98 

Walking down Broadway 99 

Sea of Matrimony 100 

To' A Bachelor 101 

Flirtation 101 

Tammany Eing ' • 102 

The Ghost of Patterloo 104 

The Bival Spirits 106 

Angels' Song 107 

Villagers' Burial Song 107 

Fairys' Song 108 

Children's Boat Song. , , 109 

Incantation Song HO 

Witches' Song HI 

Ode to the Moon H^ 

Song in the Distance H^ 

Estralda's Song ■ • H^ 

Answer by Apollyon H'' 

The last Songs— from the Original Plays— by the Author. 



Vlll CONTENTS. 

PAOK 

The King's Petition 114 

Answer by Estralda 114 

Choral Song 110 

The Author's Appeal and Adieu 117 




TUE nation's guard OP IIONOll 



At the shrill blast of the bugle, 
And the first tap of the dram, 

A nation's honor to guard 
We most cheerfully come. 



THE NATION'S GUARD OF HONOR. 

All hail! to tlie gallant sons of Mars 
In time of peace, in time of wars, 
To their honor be it henceforth said, 
They're worth something more than a dress 
parade. 

In a moment when danger threatens our land. 
Round our loved banner undaunted they stand; 
And with pride the flag of the free is unfurled, 
As an harbinger of love and peace to the world. 

To all nations an hearty welcome we give. 
With this as our motto, " We. live, and let live ; " 
But beware how ye tamper with the laws of our 

nation, 
For the avenger is nigh ye, no matter your 

station. 



2 THE nation's guard OF HONOE. 

Our flag was bought with a nation's best blood, 
And for ninety-five years in pride it has stood 
Firmly planted on land — and it floats o'er the 

sea 
To let all the world know that America is free. 

'Tis the flag of the free that our forefathers 

gave, 
To prove that their sons will ne'er cringe like a 

slave ; 
For under its folds ye must conquer or die, 
With victory or death " as your last battle cry." 



UNITED WE STAND. 

Hip ! hip ! hnrrah ! boys, 
Fill up, fill up the wine ; 

Let us drink this day 

To the boys in gray 
From over Mason and Dixon's line. 

Hip ! hip ! hurrah ! boys, 
Fill up, fill up the bowl; 

For as brothers we stand 

In defence of our land 
Whenever her honor calls roll. 

Hip ! hip ! hurrah ! boys, 
As we grasp each guardsman's hand, 
Let this be our toast, 
" We welcome the boast, 
And pride of old Maryland." 



UISriTED WE STAISTD. 

Hip ! liip ! liurrali ! boys, 
Let tlie welkin ring tliis day, 
As with three times three, 
And a tiger, you see, 
We welcome the boys in gray. 



TO THE NATIONAL GUARD. 

They care no more for Orangemen 

Than any other cause ; 
But they do love their country, 

And will maintain her laws ; 
So at the first tap of the drum 
Thousands to guard her honor come. 

Nobly they bear their heritage, 

The banner of the free ; 
And come with an undaunted front, 

That all the world may see 
That they are willing to die. 
For their free and glorious country. 

Then to our noble guardsmen, 

Who on that fearful day 
Lay wounded on the pavement 

In the sun's hot, scorching I'ay, 



TO THE NATIONAL GUARD. 

We give our gratitude to you, 

Ye gallant braves, all tried and true. 

Well done, ye good and faithful, 
Ye've well earned your reward ; 

And justice shall be meted out 
To the brave "National Guard," 

Who I'esponsive to their teachings came 

To vindicate fair Freedom's name. 

And for your noble sacrifice. 
Of Wyatt, Prior, and Page, 

Their memory '11 live in every heart 
Of this and, the coming age ; 

And tears will flow when ye shall tell 

How nobly those three guardsmen felL 



THE BRxiYE BOYS IN BLUE. 

Cheerfully to the rescue came 

The gallant men in blue ; 
Protestant and Catholic the same, 

We tender thanks to yon 
For espousing first our countr^^'s cause, 
To punish those who break her laws. 

Death's missiles flew so thick and fast 

Around those men in blue ; 
They heeded not the raging blast. 

For they were tried and true, — 
Stern guardians of our nation's laws, 
Willino; to die in Freedom's cause. 

Onward they come ; a solid front 

Present those men in blue; 
Eeady to bear the battle's brunt. 

And to die for me and you. 
Then let us give our heartfelt thanks 
To the handsome, bold, police phalanx. 



"'TWAS BUT A DREAM." 

I DEEAMED a cli'eam ; 

Yet was it all a dream? 

Methouglit I stood upon a rock, 

Far above the level of the sea, 

Whose angry waves lashed in their fur}^, 

As they vied with each other in their fierce attack 

Upon the gallant vessels that were homeward 

bound, 
And made their sturdy timbers groan in agony. 

But while I seemed to be 
Transfixed with horror to the spot, 
A rushing sound hard by aroused me : 
So I just turned in time to 'scape great danger. 
Methouglit I turned my gaze upon the land. 
And there behold'st — what ! 
A train of cars upon an awful 23recipice, 
Ready to topple o'er. 

The rushino; sound that I had heard before 
Was caused by two small boats 



"'twas but a deeam. ' 9 

Cutting throiigli the sand to rescue them 

From their impending doom. 

Ere I had time, as 'twere, to wake from wonder, 

A huge vessel did speed past me, 

And dashed itself o'er the great precipice 

Into the seething waves below. A sound 

As if an earthquake shook the ground — 

A shroud of darkness wrapped itself o'er all — 

The angry waves roared terribly. 

But could not wholly engulf this thing 

Which lay embedded there 

Quivering like some great giant 

In death's last throes. 

Again methought. 

As I in sorrow turned away, 

A stranger faced me, and thus spake he : 

Friend ! dost thou not comprehend ? 

List ye, while I enlighten thee. 

This nation shall be shortly shaken 

By some one's sudden taking off, 

But his good deeds shall not forgotten be. 

See'st thou his quivering form, 

Yon waves dare not cover; 
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10 "'twas but a deeam." 

Mark ye my words — " Farewell ! " 
And as he spoke, the stranger vanished, 
And I was left in darkness : 
I could see and 'hear no more. 



"THE TWO GKEAT OAKS." 

Woman ! behold thy work, 

Two sturdy oaks blasted by the lightning 

Of thy foul, licentious love. 

The great oak nnder whose sheltering branches 

Thou hast basked in the sunshine of prosperity 

Has fallen ; 

And by its fall society is shaken 

E'en to its very centre ; 

And thy base ingratitude laid bare 

Before an indignant world. 

The lesser oak, around which twined 

A tender clinging vine. 

Which only did one little blossom bear, 

Now lies rent and blackened 

By thy foul lightning stroke. 

How shall this vine its loss sustain? 

Shall it lose its hold upon this blackened trunk, 

And fold its tiny blossom to its breast and die ? 



12 "the two great oaks." 

Or shall it cling more closely to its former love, 
And liiirl down curses on thy head, 
Which justly is thy portion? 

Bold plotter and Ijase ingrate, 
We leave thee to thy conscience. 
Which surely must consume thee 

With the fires of Hell. [See rerruirk.] 




TO THE GALLANT NINTH REGIMENT. 

And tears will flow when ye shall tell 
How nobly those three guardsmen feU. 



TO THE GALLANT NINTH REGIMENT. 

Ay ! glory to the Ninth, ye firm, tried, and true, 
A great people tender sincere thanks to you ; 
And their tears of sympathy shall freely flow 
For your brave young comrades thus laid low. 

From the ruffian's hand the fatal bullet sped. 
And they were numbered along with the dead ; 
So with solemn tread and the muffled drum, 
Ye have laid three heroes away in the tomb. 

And when the pages of history shall tell, 
In defending Columbia's fair fame how they fell. 
Covered with glory, yet their blood ye shall see 
Has nurtured the tree of our sweet libert}?-. 

Ah ! where is your chief, that led in the fray, 
With no semblance of rank, on that fatal day ? 
He fell in the charge, struggling with might. 
To maintain law and order, justice and right. 



14 TO THE GALLANT NINTH REGIMENT. 

Bowed down with grief is this great lion-hearted, 
And affection's tears flow for the heroes departed ; 
They have fought their last fight, the victory is 

won, 
And the Angels have whispered, Brothers, come 

home. [See remark.] 



" FAITH." 

The waves of time may madly lasli 
Ai^ound my strongliold of defence; 

Down at its base there comes no crash, 
Armed is my fortress, in one sense. 

So in many years of coming time 



Retreating waves will murmur low 



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And tliro' life's mist a star shall shine 
To guide me where pure waters flow. 

"Waters of pleasure, in whose bright spray 

I hope to make my bark secure ; , 
So when the Master calls— I may 

Rest me well when life is o'er. 
I have built my faith upon that Rock 

Of Ages, which shall always be, 
Ere fleeting memory shall me mock. 

Oh! lasting Rock, I cling to thee. 



BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL! 

See yonder flag float in the breeze, 
I wonder why it waves at all ; 

Hear me, brave boys, for by my faith 
I swear to yon that flag must fall. 

No sooner were the rash words spoken, 
Than he left behind his comrades all, 

Rushed madly on in his blind fury, 
Shouting aloud, that flag shall fall. 

Instead of calling his men around him, 
Gallantly to scale the outer wall. 

And tear away the rebel emblem. 
That seemed obnoxious to them all; 

He went alone, with sword uplifted, 

Shouting, as he rushed through the hall, 

I'll strike to death all Avho oppose me, 
For I have sworn that flao- shall falL 



BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL. 17 

Onward lie riislied, the stairs ascending 
The roof once gained, flag, stai^, and all 

Was in his grasp, while he with boasting, 
Cried, Said I not this flag should fall? 

What gained he by his reckless daring ? 

Nought but death from pistol-ball. 
Shot through the heart while he was coming 

Down the stairs of Marshall Hall. 



THE DEAD WARRIOR PRESIDENT. 

Stand back amazed, in reverence hold thy 

breath, 
This man, whom armies lately did command, 

Now silent lies in death. 
Bend low thy head, let fall the silent tear 
When thou around the illustrious dead shall 
' stand, 

And breathe a solemn prayer. 

Short was his race as statesman great, he run ; 
He was more fitted for the tented field 

Than in palatial home — • 
Foremost was always found in thickest of the 

fray ; 
Like warrior of old, his trusty sword would 
wield. 

His country's foe to slay. 



THE DEAD WAEEIOE PEESIDEITT, 19 

This hero lieecls no more the early bugle call, 
But lays at rest, with arms cross't o'er his breast, 

Upon his funeral pall. 
He'll stand no more amid loud cannons' rattle; 
His work is done, the warrior takes his rest 

From life's last battle. 



LINES UPON THE ABSENCE OF MY 
HUSBAND. 

At silent eve I miss thee most, 
When night draws out her shining host ; 
No kindred spirit near me lies, 
To watch the wonders of the skies. 

No husband's arm around me thrown, 
Nor manly breast to lean upon, 
But ever thinkins; of the bliss 
Of love's last thrilling, lingering bliss. 

Oh, would I were- a bird, I'd fly, 
Imprisoned in thine arms to lie; 
And love's impassioned words to hear 
From lips that are to me so dear. 

Tho' stern fate th' material part, 

Yet soul to soul and heart to heart 

Cries out in ecstasy — oh, bliss ! 

Earth ne'er can claim more love than this. 



STAY WITH ME, SISTEE, IF ONLY IN 
SLEEP. 

Canst thou come back to me from the echoless 

shore, 
And reign in my heart as in days of yore, 
Let my kisses once more press thy damask 

cheek, 
And in my strong arms be rocked gently to 

sleep ? 

Ah ! only in dreams wilt thou come back to me, 
In the land of shadows I can mingle with thee ; 
But waking, there's no loved one to welcome 

me home ; 
I must roam through the wide world sad and 

alone. 

Come, then, in my dreams, and drive away care, 
Let thy soft loving touch fall on my dark hair, 
Over thy brother a tender watch keep — 
Stay with me, sister, if only in sleep. 



22 STAY WITH iAIE, SISTER, IF ONLY IN SLEEP. 

Let me clasp tliee once more in a loving em- 
brace, 

With tliy light silken lashes just sweeping my 
face ; 

Oh ! come to me sister, if only in sleep, 

And over thy brother a loving watch keep. 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN HERO. 

A PALL of deep gloom is spread o'er our 
laud, 

For tlie mighty lias falleu, but not by man's 
hand, 

Twas the voice of his Maker that called him 
away, 

And a great people mourn for the hero 
to-day. 

Toll, toll ye your bells for the chieftain de- 
parted, 

Let affection's tears flow for the great lion- 
hearted. 

Who, who, since the days of our great Wash- 
ington, 

Is mourned so sincere as Virginia's proud 
son? 



24 DEATH OF THE CIIEISTIAN HERO. 

With tlie Cliristian's pure faith all trials he 

o'ercame, 
And the world will henceforth revere his great 

name. 
With artillery's dull roar, and the roll of the 

drum, 
Ye must lay the great hero away in the tomb. 



OUT m THE STORM. 

'TwAS on a gloomy winter's day, 

Sad and alone I wandered on ; 
No hand ontstretched to lead the way, 

Or shield me from the pelting storm. 

While scalding tears conrsed down my cheek, 
Messengers from an o'ercharged heart ; 

Lethiferous gloom I fain would seek, 

Nor with the world would grieve to part. . 

Loud roared the blast, fierce was the gale, 
I bowed before its dread attack — 

And heard as 'twere a human wail 

From out its depths cry. Hold ! come back ! 

Some unseen power impelled me on, 
Strength was girded about me then — 

I followed blindly a phantom form. 

And soon forp-ot "what mi2:ht have been.'* 



26 OUT IN TIDE STORM. 

Before me a regal being stood, 

And welcomed me with gentle voice; 

So glorious in true womanhood 
It made my sinking heart rejoice. 

Not with vain words did she beguile 
A sister in distress like me, 

But with substantial gifts the while, 
Made me feel kappy, light, and free. 

Tier beauty rare and queenly mien, 

Must cause her to act well ker part ; 
But / ker better self kave seen — 
• I know ker great unselfisk keart. 

May ske accept my grateful song, 
'Tis all tkat I in turn can give 

For all the kindness done to one 

In wdiose memory she will ever live. 

And when her work on earth is done, 
Let deeds like tkese remembered be ; 

So, angels brigkt skall guide ker kome 
To tke mansions of eternity. 



TO A LOYEH UPON HIS MISTRESS. 

Amazed tliou may be 

When thou shalt trace 

The living truth that I vouchsafe 

Upon this quiet page ; 

Forsooth I will straight to the purpose come, 

Or else thou'lt think the writer's wit outrun. 

Know, then, thou hold'st a jewel rare. 
Enshrined in a casket of such perfect workman- 
ship 
That methinks 'twould need none other 
Than a homely front 
To shed its brilliancy around, 
And cause thy pulses with delight to bound, 

I'll solve the problem here at once, 

'Tis of thy queenly love that I would speak; 

The jewel is the great unselfish heart 



38 TO A LOVEll UPON IHS MISTRESS. 

That its pure sympathy can give; 

No empty boasting form the sweet lips flow, 

But cheering words to alleviate another's woe. 

The lovely setting of this rare jewel, 

May be admired, nay be courted, 

By a sycophantic world; 

But only those with daily intercourse 

Must know its priceless worth : 

Guard well the treasure that your God has 

given 
To light your life this side of heaven. 



SONG OF WELCOME TO ALEXIS. 

We hail thee ! Alexis, 

Bold son of the sea ; 
And bid thee most welcome 

To the land of the free, 
We'll say to thee, gallant tar, 

As thro' our land ye roam. 
Welcome, Alexis, 

Pray feel at home. 

We hail thee ! Imperial Prince, 

Son of Russia's great Czai' ; 
Beneficent in time of peace. 

Most terrible in war ; 
We'll shout an hearty welcome 

Wheresoe'er thou shalt roam, 
Noble Alexis, 

Pray feel at home. 



ALEXIS CELEBEATING THE BIRTHDAY 
OF HIS SISTER-IN-LAW. 

What thouo-li in Columbia's free land tliou dost 

roam, 
T^et tliy thouglits ever turn towards kindred 

and home ; 
To thy parents, who deem thee the pride of their 

life, 
And the lovely young " Czarovna," thy brother's 

young wife, 
Whose health thou must drink in a far distant 

land, 
With the hearty good wishes, of our true loyal 

band. 

When in the Lord's temple thy prayers thou 

shalt say. 
Asking many returns of this auspicious day ; 



CELEERATINa HIS SISTEE-IJST-LAw's BIETHDAY. 31 

For tliy loving sister, far o'er the deep sea 
Who is offering up prayers for tlie welfare of 

thee : 
Oil ! when the time comes to act her royal part 
May she sway with affection the great Russian 

heart. 



ACKOSTIC ON THE "GEAND DUKE 
ALEXIS." 

Great art thou in nature's treasures, 

Ranking higli witli sons of earth ; 
And amid thy royal pleasures, 

Nought can quell thy generous mirth. 
Dear art thou to sister — brother, 

Doubly thou, to parents dear; 
Under whose kind royal guidance, 

Know'st thou (with perception clear) 
Entering into manliood sphere. 

And amid thy royal wanderings. 

Let the first thoughts of thine heart 

Enter freely thine home circle, 
Xylo-graph them each, in part. 

In thy collection let them lie. 

Show only, when thou, homeward hie. 



ALEXIS CONTEMPLATING THE RUINS 
OF CHICAGO. 

What came I out to see ? 

A city in wliose heart 

The sword of flame didst pierce. 

Ah, ruthless spirit ! 

Why didst thou pierce the heart 

Of this great and beauteous Queen, 

The young bride of the stalwart West, 

Ere she did celebrate her golden wedding? 

Thy foul tongue didst lick 'round her throne 

And undermine its firm foundation 

So it soon toppled o'er. 

Then didst thou laugh in mockery 

At her misery ; 

And with thy fiery fiends 

Didst leap upon her court, 

And with relentless fury 

Wrench the sceptre from her hand 

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34 THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. 

And lay her in tlie dust. 

Oil, thou foul demon, 

Monster thou, insatiate, 

To wrap this beauteous Queen in flames 

And hurl her down 

Into the abyss of woe. 

But she is not forever lost ; 

For in a little while this great Chicago will. 

Phoenix like, rise from her ashes 

And startle the world into admiration. 

Ah ! a sympathetic world sends forth 

Pure messeno;ers from its heart, 

To lull the pain of her great desolation, 

And bid her royal spouse hope on ; 

That ere many moons shall wane 

He will clasp his resuscitated bride 

To his broad bosom ; 

And not only celebrate their golden wedding, 

But the centurial birth 

Of this great Republic. 

Enterprise 

Hath set its seal upon this suffering court: 
For while the hot breath of the expiring mon- 
ster 



THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. 35 

Still lingers mid its desolation, 

Young walls begin to grow apace, 

Under the touch of willing hands 

And stout hearts. 

Let me jDredict (from observation) 

That soon temples of splendor 

And massive arches 

Will rise as if by magic o'er her ruins 

And obliterate all traces 

Of this fiery scourge. 



Were I ever to forget 

The hearty words of welcome 

That on every side did me beset 

When my foot first press't 

This desolated court 

Indeed I would an ingrate be ; 

For surely ! 

The reverence in which this people 

Hold my Imperial Sire, 

Makes my young blood bound in my veins 

With joy and gratitude to those 

Who hail me as a brother. 



36 THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. 

Oh ! may this link of friendship never severed 

be ; 
And I, when at my father's court 
Recount the grandeur of this great Republic, 
Will not fail to mention thee, 
O, once fair and beauteous Queen, 
The now desolate, but not disconsolate 
Bride of the young West. 

Farewell ! 
But not forever. 
Yet a little while I leave thee ; 
But will come again 
To celebrate with thee 
Thy century birth. 
Again, Oh, Queen, farewell. 
Though lost to sight, 
I hold thee to my heart. Forever. 



A NATIONAL ACEOSTIC. 

RUSSIA. 

Kank'st thou among eartli's Mgliest courts, 

Upon escutclieons thine, no blot is found 

Sullying thy fair fame. 

So like thy Sister o'er the sea, 

In setting all thy bondsmen free. 

Art winning an eternal name. 

AND. 

Ah ! what shall break fair friendship's chain, 
Neatly and strong each link is formed 
Drawing two great nations into one. 

AMEEICA. 

Amongst us came a young stranger fair, 
'Mid shouts prolonged, and clarion clear. 
Echo rolled back like waves of the sea. 
Russia's welcome to the land of the free. 



38 A NATIONAL ACROSTIC. 

In future may the " Eagle and tlie great Bear," 
Count the links in the chain of friendship they 

wear, 
America and Russia, as one shall appear. 




EMPEROR OF RUSSIA LIBERATING THE SERFS. 



Henceforth as freemen ye go forth 
To mix with nations of the earth. 



THE TWO ALEXANDERS. 

Thy prototype, O Eussian Czar, 
Was great, but thou art greater far. 
For did'st thou not redemption bring 
To millions who felt serfdom's sting- ? 
Know'st thou all earth thy name shall bless, 
For saving them from dire distress. 
The knout thou hast put out of sight, 
Which nought but terror and affright 
Could make poor wretches such as they 
Their hard task-master's will obey. 
Thy kindly hand their shackles break. 
And all their vengeful passions slake, 
For while in bondage they would brood 
O'er their foul wrong in wrathful mood. 
But now from serfdom they come forth. 
To mix with freemen of the earth: 
And while in other lands they rove, 
They tell of thy most wondrous love 



40 THE TWO ALEXANDERS. 

In raising up their prostrate forms, 
And righting all their grievous wrongs. 

Oh, gracious Monarch ! mighty Czar ; 

Thou art the greater, yet by far; 

Than he who sat him down and wept 

Because no more his conquering step 

Could force the nations to obey 

His foul and rank imperial sway ; 

To lift his sword in blood and strife, 

Was the great feature of his life. 

But thou, in thy triumphant car. 

Wants nought to do Avith horrid war. 

For thou a greater deed hath done 

Than he who bloody victories won. 

Millions of freemen own thy sway. 

And all thy great commands obey. 

So when thy journey here is o'er, 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. 



BOEN m A MANGER. 

While slieplierds their flocks were watching, 
The wise men from Eastward were marching, 
Led on by a bright morning star. 

Which stopped as they reached a lone manger, 
As much as to say here's the stranger, 
Whom to worship yeVe come from afar. 

In amazement themselves questioned mild. 
And wondered what manner of child 
In a stable like this should be born. 

When an angel appeared, just in time 
To proclaim He's of David's great line 
Fear not but hail this glad morn. 



CHRISTMAS MORN. 



All liail tliis glad morn ! 

The best day of the year ; 
For, through the wide world, 

It bringeth good cheer. 
Peace, and good will on earth, 

Unto us is now given, 
And angels shout loud 

Hallelujahs in Heaven. 

'Tis the birth- day of Christ, 

Our dear brother and friend. 
On whom all our bright hopes 

Of salvation depend. 
We'll shout the glad tidings, 

Loud praise shall be given. 
While the echo rolls through 

The great arches of heaven. 



CHEISTMAS MOElSr. 43 

Ob. ! wlio could be sad 

Upon this auspicious morn? 
When this great prince of peace, 

Our Saviour, was born. 
'Tis true, in a manger, 

With beast of the stall, 
But we hail him " Our Monarch," 

" Our Saviour," and all. 



THE DYING YEAK. 

Thy sands of life are nearly run, 
And twelve month's laboi's almost done ; 
Fire, flood, and strife, lias marked thy way, 
O'er nature thou hast held full sway. 

But thou art only sent from God 
To make earth feel his chastening rod ; 
Then die, old year, without one i3a.ng, 
We would not have thee back again, 

'Tis solemn tho' ! at midnight hour, 
Thou'lt yield the sceptre of thy power 
To the young hands of seventy-two. 
Who may deal more cruel e'en than you. 

Thousands will watch thy dying throes. 
And gently will thy eye-lids close ; 
Bid thee farewell, while bells shall toll, 
And death's dark waters o'er thee roll. 



PAEEWELL TO 1871; 

Weapped in his winding sheet the old king lay, 

Three days before his taking off, 

As if loath to yield his breath 

Ere the birth of his lusty heir. 

Young eighteen hundred and seventy-two. 

(Oh, who can tell 
What his career may be) 
During the twelve months' reign 
Of this expiring monarch. 
Famine, sickness, and terrible disaster, 
Held high revel at his court. 
And millions are eager this day 
To sing a requiem 

Ere the solemn midnight tolling of the bells 
Tells of his departure. 

Yet old seventy-one is not to blame. 
Some of his predecessors have been 
As relentless as himself. 
Now let us look upon the bright side 



46 FAKE WELL TO 1871. 

Of tliis expiring year. 

Has lie not brought joy and gladness 

To many an household ? 

Does not the miser's heart leap with joy 

And his eyes scintillate 

When countino; o'er his treasure 

Which this now expiring year has brought him. 

Then again ; 
Has he not filled earth's granaries, 
And made fair fields nod j^leasantly 
In the bright sunshine and glistening summer 

showers ? 
Nature herself could not breathe without time, 
Who, when his course is run 
Must, like the sun, sink quietly to rest. 

Yet unlike the god of day. 
Who rises from his slumbers to greet Aurora ; 
He goes hence, to be no more seen. 

With what joy we hail the glad New Year; 
Ab ! had we the prescience of his career, 
We might not be so demonstrative in our joy. 
Yet enthusiastic nature 



FAEEWELL TO 1871. 47 

Always - welcomes sometMng new. 

But now farewell, , old year ! 

Nature herself seems weeping 

O'er thine impending doom, 

"Wliicli none can avert, 

For the decree has gone forth 

That thou shalt die. 

We will e'en go down to the brink 

Of the dark river with thee ; 

But none can draw thy feet 

From the turbulent billows that surge round 

them, 
And will so soon eno-ulf thee forever. 



We too must die, old seventy-one, 

But not as thou die'st. 

For we will rise again, 

Having put on blessed immortality. 

Bat thou ! Ah, thou shall never rise again 

Thou art dead — dead 

For all eternity. 

Again, old year, farewell ! 

Whate'er the faults of thy short reign hath been. 



48 FAREWELL TO 1871. 

They shall be buried with thee. 

Oh, cruel king, 
Roll up thy scroll — 
Yield up thy sceptre — ■ 
And depart in peace. 

And 
While on bended knee at solemn midnight hour. 
When bells shall toll thy coming dissolution, 
We will make a new covenant 
With Him who u23holds the universe, 
And bids time roll on. 
Though at the end of every twelvemonth 
Each who is subservient to the Omnific, 
Renders up his accounts 
And rests from his labors, 
For evermore. 



HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

With joyful salutations 

We hail the glad New Year, 
And unto all earth's nations 

We hope t'will bring good cheer. 
But what for us — 

Hast thou in view, 
Oh, bright, young year, 

Of seventy-two. 

While merry-merry bells 

Peal forth throughout the earth ; 
To watching, wondering millions tells 

The history of thy birth. 
Now, what for us 

Hast thou in view, 
Oh, bright New Year 

Of seventy-two. 



ALEXIS OUT ON THE PLAINS. 

Oh ! nauglity Custer, fie for shame, 
That you should kiss this dusky dame 

In presence of his highness ; 
Who should have had, precedence sure, 
For most effectually 'twould cure 

This maiden of her shyness. 

To be kissed by this "hunter bold," 
And list to his stories ofttimes told, 

Of bear hunts " with his father ; " 
When he would take right royal aim, 
And in fine style, bring down his game, 

Leave it for serfs to gather. 

You say pshaw ! she don't comprehend : 
Nought but what gifts the Duke would send. 

But that she understands you. 
So she spreads her blanket on the floor, 
And into it all good things pour : 

Ojffi trots this charming Sioux. 



ALEXIS OUT ON THE PLAINS. 51 

Now, naughty Custer, won't you miss, 

TMs maid from whom you snatched a kiss, 

Mid all assembled there — 
Know you full well how she will rave 
About the handsome, gallant brave, 

With flowing yellow hair. 



FLOUNDERING IN THE RAIN. 

Theke goes my umbrella, 
Turned inside out again ; 

Bless me, this is pleasant. 
Walking in the rain. 

Jostled up together, 

I wonder if we're sane ? 

To think that this is pleasant, 
Walking in the rain. 

With skirts tucked up a little, 
And boots about high tide, 

We take the chances of a walk, 
And also of a slide. 

Laughing at everybody 
As we go bobbing 'round, 

And think it awful "jolly," 
Sliding o'er the ground. 



FLOUNDEEING IN THE EAIN. 53 

Picking up each otlier, 

We try it o'er again ; 
Here we go, and there we go — 

Splashing in the rain. 

But where's my umbrella ? 

Its gone and turned again; 
Oh ; is this not delightful, 

Walking in the rain. 

Ah ! when we turn the corner, 
'Twill all come right again; 

For then we'll just be facing 
This splashing, dashing rain. 

We'll soon forget our troubles, 

As we reach home again ; 
Oh, bless me, this is pleasant. 

Floundering in the rain. 



TWILIGHT MUSING. 

The shades of night are falling fast 
As thoughts are straying o'er the j^ast; 

Busy with scenes of joy and gloom 
But hark ! there's voices in the room. 

Methinks I hear the angels say, 
Come sister spirit soar away; 

Enter through the portals bright 
The city of eternal light. 

Leave all the cares of earth behind, 
. At peace must be with all mankind ; 
Join our bright and happy throng 
Sing with us our lieavenly song. " 



SLEIGHING BY MOONLIGHT. 

Tinkle — tinkle. 

Hear the sleigli-bells jingle ; 
As we glide o'er the hard crusted snow 

And with shouts of laughter ! 
We race still faster, 

While old Boreas deals a sharp blow. 

Although it is night, 

Yet the glorious light — 
Of the moon shed its lustre around; 

For in its bright ray, 
It appears as noonday 

And in safety we skim o'er the ground 

So with the merry jingle. 

Gay laughter doth mingle ; 
While the crack of the whip gives great tone, 

And the fiery steeds do snort ; 
As the gay quick retort 

Goes round as we turn towards home. 



56 SLEIGHING BY MOONLIGHT. 

Oh, we never can forget, 

That handsome naughty set 
Of young gallants that followed in our train ; 

We were never left alone, 
In sunshine and in storm 

And fast friends we shall ever more remain. 



"KIND WOEDS WILL NEVEH DIE." 

I WAS a very little boy, 

Not more than two foot liigli ; 

When I first ever learned to sing, 
" Kind words, will never die." 

I would sing it to the soldiers, 

And ofttimes make them ciy ; 
When they would say, what made you sing 

" Kind words will never die." 

I said because you left your homes. 

And all that you hold dear; 
To camp among us strangers 

Without one ray of cheer. 

Mamma taught me to say good things. 

Alike to low and high ; 
For little boys should always know 

" Kind words will never die." 



I WILL BE THINE. 

On ! why have we thus strangely met ! 

Is it stern fate's decree ? 
My heart is wih:lly beating yet — 

I find it throbs for thee. 

Then let us sail our tiny bark 

Upoji life's stormy sea, 
And fan in flame the glimmering spark 

Of. love thou hast for me. 

I'll be thy life, thy love, thine all, 

In sunshine and in storm, 
Till death's dread angel shall thee call 

To waft thy sj^irit home. 

You ask of me my love, my soul ; 

To thee it shall be given 
O'er my short life to have control, 

Then anchor safe in heaven. 



OUR STARS AND BARS. 

Unfuel our glorious banner, 

In defiance let it fly; 
We'll drive the foe from off our land, 

Or in tlie fray we'll die. 
No matter on what bloody fields 

Near childhood home, or far — 
Cover us with the bonnie blue flag 

That bears a single star. 

Unfurl our glorious banner, 

The same our forefathers bore 
When they fought the minions of King George, 

And drove them from our shore. 
They gave them "Hail Columbia," 

And Yankee Doodle-do, 
As they raised aloft the stars and bars 

Of our bonnie banner blue. 



60 OUR STAES AND BAES. 

Then unfurl our glorious banner, 

Let loose our dogs of war; 
For upon tlie bloodiest field of strife, 

We'll follow our fj-litterino: star. 
Ah ! thicldy studding the azure blue, 

As stars in the sky at even', 
We look again — can it be true? 

Our flag has gained eleven. 

Oh ! unfurl our glorious banner. 

And proudly may it wave 
From Maryland to the farthest point. 

Where sleeps a southern brave. 
No matter on what bloody field — 

Near our loved home, or far — 
Cover us with our bonnie blue flag. 

That has gained the eleventh star. 



MOSES EECEIVING THE TEN COM- 
MANDMENTS. 

They stood by Mount Sinai, 

To view the tables of stone; 
Which were handed down to Moses 

From God's lofty throne. 

'Mid thunders most terrible, 

And dense clouds of smoke ; 
The Lord from his sacred Mount 

To Moses thus spoke : 

"Restrain thee thy people, 
Let them come not too nigh ; 

For if they but see my face 
They surely must die. 

"Take thou these two tables 

From out my sacred hand, 
And tell thy people thus my word 

Forevermore shall stand." 



MOONLIGHT. 

The moon comes fortli this evening, 

As in royal majesty, 
And on the world her brightness 

Sheds alike for you and me. 

Beneath the eastern horizon 
She first beams forth apace; 

Then moving slowly onward 
She reaches the far west. 

She casts her shadows on the ground, 
When crusted o'er with snow ; 

And shines so bright in harvest-time 
Alike on high and low. 

A very queen she seems to be, 
With her great brilliant train ; 

Smiling on earth benignantly 
For all to praise her name. 



THE YOUNG SOUTHEEN HUNTERS. 

As witli wMstle and a bound, 

We clear each foot of ground, 
And an eager pack of hounds on our track, 

With the hunter's merry horn 

We welcome the glad mom ; 
So there's naught that our jolly fellows lack 

For the game we love so dear, 

In plenty we'll find here; 
It needs but the healthy, vigorous chase 

To make it lose its cover, 

So at good aim topple over, 
And we bag it with very good grace. 

Now we, with hunter's pride, 

Call our hounds to our side. 
For our day's glorious sport is just done ; 

Ah ! they seem to know what's out, 

For they turn them straight about, 
Making their quick tracks for home. 



THE EXPLOSION OF THE WE8TFIELD. 

The sun was shining^ brisjlit and clear 

Upon tliat Sabbatli noonday ; 
Hundreds were loitering on the pier, 

Chasing dull care away ; 
When a vessel rode into the dock, 
Quickly they all on board did flock. 

Parents and children gathered there 

Simply for recreation, 
Ne'er dreaming that gaunt death stood near 

To mount guard o'er the station ; 
And with his sickle to gather them in — ■ 
The man of the world, and the child mthout sin. 

Great Grod ! what means this terrible sound ? 

Ah ! 'tis the wail of despair. 
Horrors ! what sights are scattered around ! 

Death reaps a harvest there ; 
And many who high in the air were flung 
Found rest at last in their watery tomb. 



THE EXPLOSION OP THE " WESTEIELD." 65 

But those who still on the vessel lay, 

Moaning and writhing in pain, 
Strangers come, bear them gently away, 

In life ne'er to see them again : 
For, ere the setting of another sun, 
Their sufferings are over — to death they succumb. 



CONSOLxiTION. 

Through fairest jfields above, 
Safe in the Father's love, 

Roams your dear lost one ; 

Led by the Shepherd's hand, 
To join the cherub band, 

As they go marching on. 

Her infant prattle's o'er. 
You'll hear it nevermore 

Within your earthly home. 

Upwards your thoughts must fly, 
Beyond the starry sky, 

Then say "Thy will be done." 



EASTER MOEN. 

The words tliat ancient prophets spoke, 
In this great victory Ave'll win ; 

For Christ has risen ; He hath broke 
All the bonds of death and sin. ^. 

Mary went at early dawn 

To the tomb to find her Lord. 

The angel said : Why did ye come ? 
See ! he hath quit this dark abode. 

There's the shroud his form was wrapt in, 
As he laid three days in the tomb. 

He has bursted the fetters that bound him 
And has robbed the grave of its gloom. 

Then shout the glad tidings this morning; 

For Christ, who laid three days dead, 
Has risen at gray of the dawning, 

And death away captive has led. 



GKATITUDE. 

Full measure of gratitude, tliat's how it read 
That letter — great stress on " Gratitude " laid. 

With an air of sincerity, tlio' I o^vn it was sel 
fish. 

But I rather liked that, for you know I am el- 
fish. 

I was changed in a moment, as I read the Epis- 
tle— 

Oh, my heart felt as light as the down of a 
thistle. 

We met, and my heart gave a bound of delight ; 
I knew 'twas a clear case of love at first siarht. 



'&' 



Now I thought that all feeling forever had fled, 
And my love was buried away with the dead. 



GRATITTTDE. 6" 

But not so it seems, for it flamed up so higli, 
Through sheer mortification, I was ready to cry. 

Well ! for long hours we held converse so sweet, 
Till at length the lamps shed their light on the 
street. 

Then lie arose to take leave, when he called me 

" a treasure," 
"And of gratitude," said he, "I'll expect a full 

measure." 

'Twas two years ago, I'll remember that day. 
Though he that I write of is far, far away. 

Well, we met once again : I was clasped to his 

heart ; 
He vowed as he held me, we never should part. 

As our lips met then in one long, thrilling kiss, 
And our hearts throbbed as one, with such rap- 
turous bliss. 

Then I know 'twas recorded by angels above, 
Not gratitude only, but full measure of love. 



70 GRATITUDE. 

I have raised me an idol, to worship at will, 
Thi-ough life's vicissitudes I'll cling to it still. 

I'll always believe now in love at first sight, 
Though ne'er was convinced till that very night, 

When he kissed me and said. My little divinity, 
Now I'm sure I have found at last my affinity. 




SOUTHERN SPIRIT OP 1871, 

Strike down to death all those who dare 
Defy our rights we hold so dear, 
And desecrate our flag. 



SHALL AMEEICANS RULE AMERICA? 

Amekicat^s, awake ! awake ! 
And let this miglity nation sliake 

With your firm resolution ! 
To keep intact your country's laws, 
And mete out punishment to those 

Who stir up a commotion. 

Strike ! strike for freedom and your home, 
And ye'll avert the awful doom 

That seems impending o'er thee ; 
See the base rabble, how they rush 
Onward, Americans to crush, 

And in their fury spurn ye. 

Put not to shame your noble sires, 
Who, 'mid the Revolution fires, 

The yoke of thraldom broke ! 
Casting aside Britannia's band. 
They made a free and happy land 

By each gallant, vigorous stroke 



72 SHALL AMERICANS EULE AMERICA ? 

They swore them then in solemn mood, 
By Warren's and by Sumpter's blood, 

'Mid war's desolation ! 
The tree of Liberty to plant. 
And to posterity to grant 

Freedom's sweet consolation. 

Then must the servile minions come 
To overspread this land with gloom, 

And all our ties to sever? 
Americans, arise ! arise ! 
Let shouts of freedom rend the skies, 

And hills will echo, Never ! 

Ye men of might, awake ! awake ! 
Put on thy strength, this nation shake 

From ocean shore to mountain crag; 
Strike down to death all those who dare 
Defy our rights we hold so dear,. 

And desecrate our flag. 



THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRA- 
GOON. 

When bending in silence o'er Ms lone, narrow 

tomb, 
Thinking so sorrowfully of Ms sad, early doom : 
Oh, mourn not as one whose hopes have all 

fled, 
Whose heart seems buried forever with the 

dead. 

Let the young warrior rest, his troubles are 
o'er. 

He'll arouse to the bugle-call on earth never- 
more ; 

*' On fame's eternal camping-ground his silent 
tent is spread," 

And history shall record his deeds with all the 
noble dead. 

4 



74 THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRAGOON. 

E'en Wide-Awake, his faithful friend on many 

a battle plain, 
Shall never have to guard him more, or hear 

his voice again ; 
On many a field of battle he so nobly filled his 

part. 
At last, when death's stern message came, he 

fell — shot through the heart. 

But surely, if thou hast aifiiction's pathway trod, 
Thou ne'er should doubt the goodness of your 

God; 
Kindly He will His timely aid impart, 
To cheer thy childless, lonely, drooping heart. 



DEATH. 

They call me cruel, 'tis not so, 

I am one sent from God ; 
Yet I cause tlie saddest tears to flow 

Upon tlie upturned sod. 

In mercy I am often sent 

To ease poor mortal's pain. 
And to urge the sinner to repent, 

Tlirougli me to live again. 

There are bright fields beyond the skies 

Where I can never enter ; 
Still through me mortals must arise 

To reach their great Head-Centre. 

I'm but a servant God doth send 

To call His children home; 
His jewels He doth only lend, 

I gather them for His crown. 



IS MY SISTER DEAD ? : 

They call lier dead, and is it so? 

And must my sister from me part ? 
Beloved was slie by us below, 

So blest in spirit — pure in heart. 

The bed of sickness racked her frame ; 

With patience did she lie thereon; 
Nor could she rise 'till death should claim 

That blessed spirit as its own. 

The Master's voice called gently, " Come ; 

The golden gates are open now, 
Enter thy bright, celestial home. 

For with the angels thou shalt bow." 

No doctor's aid, nor human skill, 
Can bring that spirit back again; 

It rests in glory — and there still 
Forever with the Lord to reign. 



IS MY SISTER DEAD? 77 

What pain and suffering slie endured 
No mortal tongue on earth can tell; 

But slie has reached that blessed abode, 
For Jesus has done all things well. 

Weep not for her, ye friends, so dear, 
But wipe the tear from thy sad eye; 

Go to her grave — she is not there, 

Then look, and say, that she's on high. 

May we prepare to follow her. 

And live through life as she did live, 

So when in judgment we'll appear 
A crown of glory we'll receive ! 



THE SILVER STREAM IN A SOLID ROCK. 

Not many years ago, upon Evacuation morn, 
Two interesting little children left their play 

To act a noble part, to lay the corner stone 
Of grandma's " bro^vn stone mansion " of to-day, 

"Whose massive front looms up to view 
Before all who pass — " Fifth Avenue." 

The girl, a tiny trowel took in hand, 

"While the boy placed in a box some charms, 

Papers, and coin of every stamp and land ; 
Then they sealed it with masonic arms, 

And buried it deep in the solid rock, 
To test old time's severest shock. 

Ah ! stern old rock, from out whose depth 

A fount of purest water sends, 
Can'st thou not tell when thou wert cleft, 

And let us know what this portends? 
Surely 'tis something bright for thee, 

Thou emblem of security. 



THE SILVEE STEEAM ITT A SOLID EOCK. 79 

Upon tliine uncomplaining bosom stands, 
(Courting the admiration of the passer-by) 

A gorgeous palace, built by human hands, 
Well worthy to be viewed with critic's eye, 

Whilst thou art cast in nature's mould. 
And count thine age — by centuries told. 

Yet an hundred years from now thou'lt stand 
A monument of grandeur of the past day, . 

Like a sentinel guarding his sleeping band ; 
(While in truth) they're fallen into decay, 

Thou'lt remain an hundred years from now, 
With thy sparkling waters yet sprinkling thy 
brow. 



THE ASSASSINATION OF THE PRINCE 
OF ERIE. 

Ye men of the Nintli ! be great in your woe, 
For the mighty has fallen, your chief is laid 

low; 
Not upon the field of battle, nor in the bloody 

fray, 
But th' hand of the assassin 'twas that stole 

his life away. 



Oh, mourn for your chieftain, cut down in the 

pride 
Of manhood's bright noonday, with none by his 

side 
To warn him of danger tnat lurked in the 

hall, 
Of the cowardly assassin by whose hand he 

should fall. 



THE ASSASSINATION" OF THE PRINCE OF ERIE. 81 

Now he sleeps his last sleep ; your leader's work 

is done, 
And yeVe laid hini to rest near Ms cMldhood's 

happy home, 
Where the busy tongue of slander will ne'er 

reach him. again, 
And the generous-hearted guardsman shall never 

more complain. [See remark.] 

4* 



O GOD! TAKE THOU HIS SOUL. 

As death's dark waters near liim roll, 

His wife, by anguish riven, 
Cries, O my God ! take Thou his soul, 

And anchor it in heaven. 

Oh, what a volume in that prayer. 
Which fills the room of death ; 

To cause to flow the silent tear, 
And hold enchained the breath. 

If Thou must take him, take his soul ; 

Let an2:els waft it home : 
Inscribe his name upon the scroll 

That hangs in heaven's high dome. 

Take Thou his soul — wash out its stain, 

And make it pure and white ; 
Let it, O God, with Thee remain 

Forever in Thy sight. {Seeremarlc 



LOYE. 

Ages ago the same tale was told : 

Love m a rose-bud lies hidden; 
Life its bright pages of pleasure unfold, 

In a moment we read them unbidden ; 
So by night and by day, as time steals away, 

Oft mingling in life with the brilliant and gay, 
Never dreaming that ought can dim its bright 
ray. 

When the sun is obscure, and the sky is o'ercast, 
High winds and rude waves engulf us at last, 
Even then will our thoughts to our loved ones 

return, 
Even then will the fire of love in us burn ; 
Ijove warms us to life, tho' struggling with fate ; 
Each ray brings us back from eternity's gate, 
'Kound and about us to cling evermore. 



THE LAST WORDS OF A DYING 
YOUNG CHRISTIAN. 

O, MOTHEE, dear mother, come nigli me, I pray, 
And remember the last words on earth I shall 

say, 
Ei'e I approach the dark river of death, 
Which will drown all my senses, and take 

away breath. 

Listen ! methinks I hear the angels' sweet song, 
As they attune their bright harps all the day 

long. 
Ah ! they fly thro' space — they come nigh the 

shore ; 
See, mother, their bright forms — they beckon me 

o'er. 

But whose yon grand form, so terribly bright ? 
Now, as He approaches, it dazzles my sight; 



THE LAST WORDS OF A DYING CHEISTIAJST. 85 

Yet Lis sweet voice assures me; its rich master- 
tone, 
Like some grand swell of music, is luring me on. 

My blood, ye believe, hath, cleansed ye from sin, 
To the courts of my Father I'll welcome ye in. 
Oh, mother, farewell ! my soul mounts — I fly ; 
'Tis sweet, oh, so sweet, in Jesus to die. 



A VISION DUEING ILLNESS. 

In heaven above, where I behold 
Hai'ps with their numbers all untold, 
Touched by seraphic fingers, play 
Glory to God in endless day. 

List ! sweet music o''er me stealing 
Takes away my sense, my feeling, 
Lulls my pain, and sets me free 
To catch a glimpse of heaven and thee. 

Hark ! loud music now begin. 

Heaven with hallelujahs ring; 

'Tis th' angelic choir which ne'er shall cease 

In songs to praise their Prince of Peace. 

But, oh, that bright and dazzling crown 
Of Llim who sits upon yon throne 
Bursts now upon my vision fair, 
That Christ, the judge of man, is near. 



A VISIOE" DURII^G ILLNESS. 87 

Did tliat briglit Being die for me? 

Did'st hang upon the accursed tree? 

The life-blood flowing from his side 

He meekly bowed his head and died. ' 

Ah, yes, He died, that we might live, 
And unto Him our praises give, 
So when in His Father's courts above 
We'll join the angel-choir of love. 



ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. 

What little form is this 

That in this coffin lay? 
'Tis an angel of perfect bliss, 

Whose spirit has soared away. 

'Twas taken from its parents, young, 

Set fi'ee from earthly care ; 
Borne to rare fields beyond the tomb, 

To bud and blossom there. 

To roam through paths of light 
With the great cherub-band, 

Lisping sweet songs both day and night 
In that bright and happy land. 

Oh, wish him not back again. 
In this great land of gloom; 

Kather rejoice that he's free from pain, 
And lives beyond the tomb. 



TO MY FOSTEE-BROTHER. 

In the silent niglit, 

When the stars shone bright, 

And the breeze of summer swayed, 
The trees to ■ our right, 
As they played in the light, 

Then would hide again in the shade. 

Then the voice of mamma 
Could be heard from afar, 

As she called, t'was time to go — • 
So would come the time 
For closing the blind, 

Now I hear you exclaim — that's just so. 

But now, alas ! 

Those times are all passed, 

Yet they live in my memory still; 
I'll follow them back. 
Through affection's track, 

And cherish them with a good will. 



LIFE'S SILVER THREAD IS BROKEN. 

Life's silver cord is broken, 

Eartli's pilgrimage is o'er; 
Her farewells gently spoken, 

She sleeps, to wake no more. 

Tread ligktly 'round the coffin 
Tliat enshrines the early dead ; 

And bedew the floral offering 
With tears that ye do shed. 

Ye'll not disturb her slumbers, 

For death his vigils keep ; 
No more she'll join thy numbers, 

But wherefore do ye weep? 

Grod's jewels He but lendeth. 
He wants them for His crown ; 

His servant death he sendeth 
To bring those jewels home. 



life's silvee theead is beoken. 91 

Your Lottie's death was peaceful — ■ 
What need her friends ask more? 

Her greetings will be blissful 
On Cannan's happy shore, 

Where life's eternal morning 
Breaks o'er fair fields of light ; 

While she, with angels roaming. 
Is clothed in spotless white. 



LINES ON THE DEATH OF MARY 
R , OF WASHINGTON CITY. 



) 



Fold the liands gently over her breast. 
And take the last kiss ere you lay her to rest; 
For her trials are over, her labors are done, 
And the angels have whispered — " Sister, come 
home." 

There's a home for her in the mansions above, 

Where all is life, joy, peace and love ; 

They'll shout the glad tidings, loud praise shall 

be given. 
When they welcome her thro' the bright portals 

of heaven. 

Then shed not a tear when her grave you shall 

see, 
She has broken sin's fetters, from sorrow set 

free ! 



LINES ON- THE DEATH OF MAEY R . 93 

Now the angels keep watch o'er her lone nar- 
row bed 

And whisper — " She sleepeth, your sister's not 
dead." 



THE WRECK OF THE PASINO. 



'Mid thunder's loud crash, 

In the wrathful sky, 
And lightning's red gleam, 

As the sea, mountain high, 
Rose in terrible grandeur 

In its a^vful unrest, 
As 'twould fain shake some weig-ht 

From its throbbing breast. 

Then the brave captain cried : 

There's no hope of help no w ; 
Let us die like true men. 

To our fate meekly bow. 
Praying our sins 

May all be forgiven; 
And our souls may be 

Reunited in heaven. 




THE WRECK OF THE PISAKO. 

God of the sea ! wilt Thou not hear 

Thy children's frantic wail of despair ? 

No help is nigh— must we sink to sleep 

In the cold embrace of the treacherous deep ? 



THE WEECK OF THE PASIifO. 95 

Yet auotlier fierce shock, 

Then 'mid appalling gloom, 
That heroic band 

Now awaited their doom: 
So each manly heart 

Has at last found rest; 
And the sea seems cleared 

Of the weight on its breast. 



No marble monument 

For them mai'ks their graves; 
They lie fathoms deep 

'Neath the treacherous waves, 
And the sea as though 

For them she yet grieves; 
A shroud of sea-weed 

Continually weaves. 



Now the aged mother. 

And the loving young wife, 
From their loved one has parted 

Forever in life. 



96 THE wreck: of the PAsmo. 

But remember, ye mourners, 
Tliat liold me in dread, 

That at tlie last day 

I must give up my dead. 

So the shining waves 

Go rippling along; 
As they seem to be singing 

This funeral song : 
I cause the loved ones 

Of earth to part; 
To rock them to sleep 

On my cold — cold heart. 

Do ye wonder now. 

Why I tremble so, 
As tho' to each wave 

I'm murmuring low ? 
Smooth out your ruffles 

And put by that fi'own, 
"We must hide the place 

Where the vessel went down. 



AN ACEOSTIC. 

CONFIDElsrCE. 

Gone from my gaze, but not forever 
E'en now stern duty calls tliee hence, 

Out upon tliy business ever, 
Kaise thee some rich recompense; 

Go — my heart will still be true, 

Ere now I sleep I'll pray for you. 

When night her sable mantle draws. 
And decks it o'er with glittering stars, 
'Kound thee my thoughts will ever twine 
Eegardless of the lapse of time; 
E'en now I feel thy presence near, 
Now trusting still, I'll not court fear. 



THE SEEENADE. 

Pray, lady, awake and listen to me 
WLile I sino^ of tlie love I bear unto thee. 

Come, lady, awake, and throw me a kiss. 
To fill up the measure of my earthly bliss. 

From thy window, sweet one, a soft light is shed; 
It leads me so nigh thee, it encircles my head. 

O, list while I sing and attune my guitar. 
For thou art my loved one, my bright guiding 
star. 

My loved one, oh, hear me ! I'm watching for you,' 
To throw just one kiss to thy lover so true. 

Ah, I see thee at last, now, sweet one, good-night. 
May thy slumbers be guarded by angels of light ! 



WALKING DOWN BEOADWAY. 

OjS" a clear cold winter's morn, 

While walking down Broadway, 

I met an handsome fellow, 
Who unto me did say : 

'Tis very cold this morning ; 

May I join you for a walk, 
No one will think us stran2:ers 

If you'll only with me talk ? ' 

Although I do not know you. 
Yet I admire your carriage, 

Who knows but this may yet result 
In a most happy marriage? 

Your eyes are bright as stars, 
Your lips like cherries red, 

It makes my heart go pit-a-pat. 
And whirls around my head. 



THE SEA OF MATRIMONY. 

Will the captain of the Prudence 

Be faithful and true, 
As the writer of this 

Will be faithful to you ; 
In calm and in storm 

With great breakers ahead, 
Stand firm and manly, 

As thouo^h he had nou2:ht to dread? 

Then make ready the yacht, 

Let her sail's kiss the wind, 
And I'll warrant we'll soon 

Leave all troubles behind, 
For together we'll drink 

Of the cup of life's pleasure, 
With our heart's true affection 

We'll fill up its measure. 



TO A BACHELOJl. 

Aet thou lonely? — so am I. 
The chord of sympathy let us tie 

Round that heart thou say'st is broken. 
If there's congeniality in our natures, 
Pray, let us now be rational creatures. 

Accept from me this friendship's token. 



FLIRTATIOK 

No, indeed ! it will not be at any street corner, 

Of that be assured, upon a^ady's honor. 

For I would not be a target 

For every passer-by, 

To thi'ow me questioning glances. 

Oh, no, not I 

But I'll step inside a store. 
Which will not create alarm. 
And will do my best to please you, 
Which will not be any harm. 



TAMMANY RING 



TiiEEE once was formed a mighty ring, 

Considered strong and sound, 

The centre-head was a stout old king. 

With gohlen fetters bound. 

All called him the "great-hearted," 

For while in gracious mood 

With money he cheerfully parted, 

To buy the poor fuel and food. 



This director rose from nothing, 

(A mender of old chairs) ; 

But upon his family doting. 

They put on mighty airs. 

For he was worth great piles of gold, 

And in brio;ht ffems did deal. 

So, as he was just growing old. 

On a strand scale be^an to steal. 



TA3IMANY RING. 103 

Up rose sofne great reforinersj 

And sounded well this ring ; 

They found it was all hollow — - 

A worthless, rotten thing. 

With force they struck upon it, 

So asunder it straightway flew: 

Under the fragments fell the whole clique, 

With their great chieftain too. 

*' How are the mighty fallen ! " 
This fearless, thieving band, 
The scorn of every honest man 
That breathes throughout the land. 
Let scorn meet them at every turn, 
This " Great Boss " and his clan. 
May the fires of indignation burn, 
And place them under ban ! 



THE GHOST OF PATTERLOO. 

A SHADOWY form at the window, 

The right hand holding a light ; 
The left., raised — as if to hinder, 

From the curious, the ghastly sight. 
For this form they behold without a head 
Is that of a man just one month dead. 

They said the house was haunted. 

So, in affright, the inmates fled 
When a force of policemen, undaunted, 

Made search for the unknown dead. 
When up in the garret, prostrate on the 

floor, 
They found this form all covered with gore. 



THE GHOST OF PATTERLOO. 105 

Firmly was grasped in liis hand 

A candle — but minus a flame ; 
His head they found under a stand; 

In his pocket they found a name ; 
So they buried this hideous thing from view, 

And inscribed on his tombstone, " Poor Patter- 
loo." 



THE RIVAL SPIRITS. 

TiiE rival spirits of man you see, 
Forever in his wake to be ; 
One is for good — tLe other ill, 
You'll find them in his pathvray still. 

Oil man, to which the victory's due. 
Is left entii'ely mth you ; 
One tries the soul to bring to hell, 
The other in bright realms to dwell. 

Oft would I have fallen, had it not been 
My good angel nigh me was always seen; 
So all who hold the arch-fiend in dread 
Lift high the cross — 'Twill break his head. 

Cross ye yourself when Satan is nigh, 
When around you his poisouous darts do ^y. 
Call on your good angel, who'll guard you 

right well. 
And guide you in safety forever to dwell. 



ANGELS' SONG-. 

Kest in peace, thy toils are o'er, 

Sleep tlie sleep that knows no waking, 

'We'll guide thee safe on yonder shore, 

Where the glorious dawn of life is breaking. 

Rest in peace ; rest in peace ; 

Thine earthly pilgrimage is o'er. 
Kest in peace; rest in peace; 

We'll shout thy welcome to our shore. 



VILLAGERS' BURIAL SONG. 

Strangek, we lay thee down gently to sleep. 
In the grave that we've made for thee, narrow 
and deep ; 



108 VILLAQEES' BURIAL SONG. 

'Tis humble and lowly, but thou'lt rest there 

right well. 
In peace we now leave thee — O, stranger, 

farewell ! 
Oh, stranger, farewell — 
Stranger, farewell ! 



FAIRY'S SONG. 

Welcome, noble strangers ! 

Welcome to our cave ; 
We're a band of rangers, 
We were born to save. 
In safety rest ye 

Here, we pray ; 
Sleep, and we'll guard thee. 

Till the bright god of day 
Bid ye arise, 

And haste away. 



CHILDREN'S BOAT SOKG. 

SiNGijvra,. singing nierrily, 

Cliildhood's hours are full of glee ; 

We are merry, gay, and bright, 

Upon this lovely moonlight night. 

Then merrily, merrily, let us sing. 

While time is flitting on the wing, 

For we're guided by sweet Luna's ray, 

And we'll not go home till the break of day 



INCANTATION SONG. 

Mat all the demons from below 
Come forth and sit upon our foe. 

Aye, all the fiends of hell beside. 
Over his hated body stride. 

With hideous dragons may he make his bed, 
With moulten lava poured upon his head. 

Come forth ! come forth, come forth, 
Ye demons from below the earth. 

'Mid thunder, lightning, hail and rain. 
Come dance upon the earth again. 

Demons, come forth — astride — astride— 
This body quick, or woe betide. 



WITCHES' SONG. 

THEEE WITCHES, 

Hail, sister ! wliy liast thou called us thence ? 
Perchance to draw the nail from out the fence, 
Or to punish for some great offence ; 
Ah, now it may be as we say, 
The penalty of some offence to pay. 

CHIEF WITCH. 

Hark ye — hark ye, to me ! this day, 

Know'st thou a mortal dare to stray 

Into our charmed circle? 

'Tis he that I would have ye slay, 

And it is for this 

That I have summoned thee. 

To do his life away — away— 

That I now command ye. 



ODE TO THE MOOK 

Sweet Luna, I hail tliee, 

Gentle queen of the night, 
Shed thy sweet light on me. 

And guide me aright. 
Oh, Luna, sweet Luna, 

Let thy silver light 
Be encircled around me 

And guide me aright. 



80:^"^ IN" THE DISTANCE. 

Hail ! all hail- 
Hail to our beautiful queen, 

We bow before thee. 

We all adore thee, 

And we live for our beautiful queen. 



ESTRALDA'S SONG. 

Oh, happy, happy, happy me ! 

This adoration pleases, 
What ! 'tis my noble band I see. 

And hear them sing my praises. 

Here's to thy health, my noble lord, 
Faithful and trusty is thy sword; 

While life shall last thou'lt be adored 
By thine ever-faithful Estralda. 



ANSWER. 



BY APOLLTOlSr. 



'Tis here I swear, by Heaven, 

This faithful love to prize. 
Most precious boon to man is given. 

To light his pathway to the skies. 



THE KING'S PETITION. 

O, EsTEALDA, mine own, 
Come wear ye my crown ; 
That at peace I may be 
At peace I may be. 

O, take tliee my crown, 

Estralda, mine own ; 

And forgive me, forgive me, I pray, 

Or forever blot out this dark day. 



ANSWER BY ESTRALDA. 

Weae ye the crown 
That thy treachery bought; 
I forever disown 
Thee, even in thought. 



AlSrSWEE BY ESTEALDA. 115 

The coiitem23t which I bear thee 

I will freely thee tell, 
I command thee to leave m.e : 

Now, murderer — farewell ! 



CHOEAL SONG. 

We are liappy, we are free, 
Tempt us not, tempt us not; 

True to our queen we'll ever be, 
Till time our faithfulness shall blot. 
Ever free — ever free, 
Happy, happy, happy we. 

Tempt us not -with glittering baubles, 
"VVe have come through all our troubles ; 
Faithful to our queen — our own — 
We all shall be while time rolls on. 
Ever free — ever free, 
Happ}^, happy, happy we. 

We are happy, hear us say. 
Conscience clear and hearts so light ; 

Ne'er by ambition led astray. 
We keep the paths of tnitli in sight. 
Gay and free — gay and free, 
Happy, happy, happy we. 



THE AUTHOR'S APPEAL AND ADIEU 

Will some fair daughter of dame fashion, 
Grant the author so much pleasure, 

As to take in charge this little book, 
And peruse it at her leisure ? 

There's nought of envy, plot, or passion, 
Too gaudily clothed in any j^art ; 

Yet I send to you, Avith woman's trusting^ 
The simj)le promptings of my heart. 

Mighter pens great themes have dwelt on. 
With which your fancy soared away; 

But I send to you my simple verses, 
Of things that transpire every clay. 

To soldier, sailor, sister and brother, 
My heart's best gift I send to you ; 

In this message of one hundred pages. 
And bid jou all a kind adieu ! 



REMARKS AND EXPLANATIONS. 



UNITED WE STAND. 
The Keception of the Fifth Maryland Regiment by 
the Seventh RegiDient, N. G-. N. Y. The first 
Eeunion since the late Civil War. 



POOR PATTERLOO. 

Upon occasion of a Poor Milkman being found 
murdered in an old house in Washington City. 



MOSES RECEIVING THE TEN COM- 
MANDMENTS. 
This poem vras written, when Nine Years Old, in 
Sunday School. 



MOONLIGHT. 
Was written when a child — while Jumping Rope. 



120 KEilARKS. 

SONGS. ' • 

From the Original Plays of Estralda and the 
Rival Spirits. 



SHALL AMERICANS RULE AMERICA. 

Written on the occasion of the Orange Riot in 
Ne^v York City, July 12th, 1871, showing the 
Southern spirit of 1871 — ten years after the 
War. Counter-piece to Our Stars and Bars — 
" We know no North, no South, no East, n( 
West, but keep step to the Music of the 
Union." 



TO THE GALLANT NINTH REGIMENT. 

During the Orange Riot, on the 12th day of July, 
as the Mob had nearly reached the Grand 
Opera House, in which sat the late Col. Fisk 
attending to business. He rushed out, in 
plain clothes, and joined his regiment, but 
was soon wounded in the foot. When he 
heard of the death of the Three Guardsmen, 
he said : " Buy them a plot in Woodlawn, 
and spare no expense for their funeral." 



EEMAEKS. ' 121 

KIND WOEDS WILL NEVER DIE. 
Written upon the occasion of a little Soutliern boy 
visiting tlie camp of Union Soldiers, during 
the late Rebellion. 



EXPLOSION OF THE WESTFIELD. 
The Westfield was an Excursion Boat running from 
New York to Staten Island. The terrible 
disaster occurred on a beautiful Sunday morn- 
ing, in the Summer of 1871. 



THE BEAVE BOYS IN BLUE. 

Dedicated to the Policemen of New York City, on 
occasion of the Orange Eiot, July 12th, 1871. 



O GOD ! TAKE THOU HIS SOUL. 

While Col. Fisk was dying, his wife uttered this 
prayer while kneeling at his bedside. 



'TWAS BUT A DEEAM, 
(I dreamed this dream, and wrote it down) just 
three nit 
J. Fisk 



three nights before the assassination of Col. 



122 REMARKS. 

BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL. 

The last words of Col. Ellsworth, at Alexandria, 
Ya. 



ALEXIS CELEBRATING THE BIRTHDAY 
OF HIS SISTER-IN-LAW. 

This happened ujDon our National Thanksgiving 
Day. 



THE TWO ALEXANDERS. 

Emperor Alexander the Second liberating the 
Serfs. 



THE TWO GREAT OAKS. 

" The Great Oak," The magnanimous Col. Fisk. — 
" The Lesser Oak," Stokes, his murderer. — 
" The Clinging Yine," his Wife,— and " The 
Bold Plotter," is the Mansfield, the Whited 
Sepulchre. 



OUR STARS AND BARS. 

The Southern Spirit of 1861. 



EEMAEKS. 123 

DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRAGOON. 

Words of Comfort to a Mother. Charles Canfield, 
of the Second U. S. Cavalry, killed at Beverly- 
Ford, Ya., 1863. 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN HERO. 

Gen. Robert E. Lee was Commander of the Con- 
federate forces during the Rebellion. (It is 
said that he died of a broken heart.) His resi- 
dence v^as " Arlington, the magniiicent estate 
opposite Washington City, which was the 
residence of the late Geo. Washington Park 
Cnstis, Step- Grandson of Gen. Geo. Washing- 
ton." 



THE WRECK OF THE PASINO. 

Captain Alexander Roberts went down with all 
on board this vessel, in the Gulf of Mexico, 

Sept. 21st, 1867. 



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